Backstage of Poolside Pleasure

Leslie and Carina slip behind the curtain, still damp from the pool. Leslie peels the blonde’s tiny swimsuit down her hips while Carina steps out of the fabric with a grin. She drops to her knees on the concrete floor, wraps both hands around Leslie’s cock, and strokes it a few times before she takes the head between her lips. Her tongue swirls, leaving a shiny trail. Leslie groans, fists Carina’s hair, and pushes deeper. The young blonde takes it, throat opening, saliva spilling down her chin. She bobs fast, gagging softly, eyes watering, until Leslie pulls her up, spins her around, and bends her over a stack of lounge chairs. He slides into her from behind, balls slapping her ass with every thrust. Carina braces herself, pushes back to meet him, and lets out a string of tiny, wet moans. Her pussy grips him tight. Leslie reaches under, rubs her clit in time with his strokes until she comes hard, legs shaking, then he follows, pulling out just in time to paint her lower back in thick streaks.